Deja Vu: All Over Again - Sex Stories

Deja Vu: All Over Again

... was my turn to moan, as my hands, as if on autopilot drifted to her head. Donna continued her lick fest, drawing her tongue down the underside of my dick until she got to my freshly shaved sac. Pulling me into her mouth, she rolled my left testicle around, gently sucking the delicate orb as her tongue swirled around it. Watching intently, an almost involuntary “Ohhhh! Fuck” escaped my lips. Dropping my nut with a pleasant plop, she smiled wickedly, replying, “You want to fuck my face, don’t you Grey?” “Oh God, yes!” I whispered back. “Then, have at it!” she said as she ovalled her lips over the crown of my cock, sliding as much of me in her throat as she could. Holding her head in place, I raised my hips off the bed, feeding her every inch of my flesh that she could handle. She was definitely enjoying this, as was I, so much so that she swiveled around in the bed presenting me with her lust dampened cunt. No words were exchanged. We both knew what was next. I pulled her hips down toward my face, my tongue out in eager anticipation of tasting her after all these years. My tongue slid along the ridge of her freshening slit, teasing her before I stabbed deep into her hole. Her scent invaded my nostrils as my taste buds exploded with her sweetness. I felt the pressure of her thighs on my ears as she ground her pussy against my face. Contentedly trapped, I went to work, fully intending to make her cum at long last. Surrounding her still hooded clit with my lips, I flicked my ...

... tongue over the tender spot, feeling her hum with delight. The noises emanating from her cock filled throat got more and more urgent as I continued my assault on her tasty cunt. Finally, after cumming twice she released her grip on my head and groaned, “Are you gonna fuck me, or just lie there and eat all night!” “Patience my dear!” I replied, planting one final kiss on her now engorged clit. “Patience, my ass! I've waited fifty years for this, now get that gorgeous hunk of meat where it belongs!” she said as she positioned herself over me, her pussy mere inches from my painfully stiff cock. Grabbing the shaft, she lowered herself slowly onto me, her eyes half closed as the helmet split her open and slid inch by delicious inch completely inside. “Oh fuck that feels good!” With her left hand on my chest and her right hand playing with her clit, she rocked back and forth. For my part, I reached up with both hands, tweaking and pulling at her nipples as I watched the dreamy look on her face as she ground her crotch into mine. She rode me like this for several minutes and two silent, but obvious orgasms. I leaned up, capturing her left breast in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the dark pink nipple, my free hand on her buttock while the other continued to massage her nipple. My pubic hair and my testicles were, by this time thoroughly soaked in her juices, her warm, wet, tight pussy milking my rampant prick, doing her damnedest to make me cum. I pulled her down on top of me, still ...